She went to the toilet and got her toilet bag (she already had some of her stuff in my flat), took out her lady shaver and threw it in the bin and sai..., so what is rule number two, so I calmly told her she could NEVER wear ANY kind of underwear again, at any time, anywhere EVER... At this point she went to her underwear drawers and emptied them all out on to the floor and then collected her undies together and threw them all (bras, thongs, panties, socks & tights) then carried them all. It was unusually a long wait for anyone to hit the bathroom and be back, making Dev very concerned. Finally, when Mahmood came back, his shirt was all wrinkled and untucked, his jeans also looking rutted and craggy. He opened the driver side door, got in and sank in the seat like he was beat badly and lit a cigarette. Dev’s curiosity was killing him, so he asked Mahmood, if he was alright and what the hell happened to him. “I do not know, how to tell you or how will you react; but honestly, I. It's warm enough now that we should be fine, and we can lay on our clothes if it gets too cold." I could see my sister wavering between accepting my suggestion and the impracticality of it. Her hormones finally won out, and we started off down the trail, while I tried to remember exactly where I'd seen that clearing. My memory wasn't as bad as I feared, and when we finally found it, even Joanne was satisfied at its seclusion. I led the way in, moving off to one side so that we wouldn't be. ."You two always have a place to come if things don't work out." I told them.We all have always gotten along like a "Family", so they appreciate me being here for them...Amanda was a little down when her brothers left, but we settled into a way of life that seemed to fit both of us...I tried to encourage Amanda to date, and see boys her own age, but she wouldn't hear of it..."You are 19 years old, go date" I told her. She still wouldn't hear of it.One night while I was watching a movie, porn of.